acknowledgement
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My mind is an unblocked portal.
A never ending flow of thoughts and opinions.
The food of knowledge never saciating my hunger to learn.
Always needing more time.
Little girl grown, how you toss and turn in your bed while images of him plague your sweet mind.In the night-time you see his face.
As children we scribbled on paper so white,
Counting the colors,
Enjoying the sight,
Of the marvelous splendor,
Of something we made,
Showed it to mom,
Then went out and played.
